Dry Country

A/N: It’s been some time since the last time I’ve posted, but I haven’t been idle. Yes, it’s a sci-fi! I love sci-fi stuff-- big Doctor Who fan-- so it’s a real joy to get to write one.
Dry Country By: boysluvcraft
Part one…

New World 364 was a planet revolving around a sun lying between the constellations of Lyra and Draco. It was dry sand covered wasteland. However recent core samples revealed aluminum silicates-- that is clay, not too far beneath the surface. This was celebrated as quite a discovery, because this meant the soil could support crops, making this planet a prime candidate for colonization. But, there was still one very important thing which would be needed for the plant to become habitable. It was the source and necessity for all life; water. Those same core samples that revealed useable soil also suggested the presence of water on the planet-- or rather beneath the surface of the planet. Needless to say that whoever found the water would be a rich and celebrated man. So thus, explains the mission of crew of the Tantei 4 Company, who were under the employ of the Reikei Corporation.

At the sound of an unpleasant grinding noise, foreman Yusuke Urameshi sprinted out of the ops trailer. The heavy drilling machine was shaking and the gears were squealing. Yusuke was afraid the thing would break. He yelled to the operator, “That’s enough, back it up! Back it up! God damn it, Kuwabara, you crack that shaft and I’ll crack your ass!”

“I’ve got it, Urameshi,” the bulkily copper headed man yelled from the control cabin. “Calm down, this ain’t easy ya know. We’re going through some dense shit here. How much more of this do got to go through anyway?”

“I was just about to find that out from,” Yusuke told him. Then, “Ah, the man himself.”

Toya, a slight man with aqua blue hair, had just emerged from the ops trailer. Toya was a respected field geologist, who specialized in finding underground glaciers. Somehow, he wound up with their little ragtag team. They were currently in the process of unearthing one of his theorized finds, a network of underground springs that was welling up from a large deposit of underground ice. Unfortunately, getting to the spring meant drilling through a thick layer of iron deposit.

“The sonar scans indicate only another fifty feet,” Toya informed Kuwabara.

“Oh, ONLY another fifty feet,” Kuwabara repeated in a sarcastic tone. “It’s taken us nearly a three weeks to cut through the last hundred feet. We’re totally falling behind on our quotas, ya know.”

“We can’t help that,” Yusuke said bitterly, “If we push too hard we’ll wreak the equipment, and then we won’t be able to drill at all.”

“Once we’re through the iron, it should be nothing but good soft limestone until we hit pay dirt,” Toya assured them, “You can make up for lost time then, right?”

“Ya, maybe,” Yusuke said playfully, “That is if this lunk-head doesn’t bend the shaft or throw a transmission.”

Kuwabara shot back, “Hey, quit acting like I’m gonna screw up! Have I ever let you down? Why, in all the years we’ve worked together…”

Kuwabara ranted at Yusuke as the dark haired man walked away with a satisfied grin on his face. In fact, Yusuke had no doubt to the man’s abilities, but taking jabs at him was one of the few pleasures that Yusuke was allotted in the base. Necessities were tightly rationed, and there were few luxuries. On top of that, their party was a relatively small one consisting of only five workmen and the geologist Toya. Then, there were three lab workers who were affectionately dubbed “the white coats”, two communication officers, a staff doctor, and the project director. There were thirteen people in total-- and they were the only people Yusuke had seen for the past eighteen months.

Yusuke rounded a generator shed to find a small, but well muscled man with dark spiky hair and a big wrench. Hiei was the company’s mechanic; his job was to make sure all of the drilling equipment was in tip top shape. He was also Yusuke’s bunkmate and arguably his best friend. Hiei swung the wrench, hitting the side of the machine he’d been working on. Instantly the harsh grinding stopped and it whirled smoothly. He wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving a streak of grime behind.

“Your delicate touch with machines never fails to amaze me, Hiei” Yusuke laughed.

Hiei turned to him with a half grin, “Sometimes all they need a bit of tuff love.”

“How she fairing?” Yusuke indicated the machine.

“Fair enough, just give me a moment to put some more coolant in her and the fool can start drilling again,” Hiei told him as he poured a green-blue fluid into the machine.

“Good to hear,” Yusuke nodded. Another of his crew, Jin, was passing by. He grabbed him and told him to relay the order to keep drilling on to Kuwabara. A few minutes latter he could hear the drill start up again.

Yusuke sat down on a crate next to Hiei. Habitually, he groped his pockets looking for a cigarette. Of course, he would find none. Smoking was too big of a hazard between the chemical fumes on the drill site and the oxygen enriched air inside the base, there was bound to be an explosion. So the whole place was a no-smoking area. Yusuke sighed and rested his hands on his knees. On his list of things that he missed, smoking was pretty high up there. He was past the nicotine cravings, Doc Shigure had given him some patches and that got him over it after a few weeks. But he still had a problem with the oral fixation. He had a lovely collection of crewed up pen caps to prove it.

Turning his mind back to business, Yusuke asked Hiei, “You think we got enough of everything to run another fifty feet like this?”

Hiei snorted, “We should be fine, so long as we don’t have any major catastrophes, you know, like a motor locking up or the drill operator spontaneously bursting into flame. Of course, it‘ll still take time.”

Yusuke groaned.

Hiei nodded as understanding lighted on him. “That’s right. It’s that time of the month isn’t it?”

“You make sound like I’m having a period,” Yusuke wrinkled his nose, “But yeah, it’s that time. I’ve gotta give my progress report to Koenma.”

“Oh yes, you and pretty-boy all alone in his office, no one daring to interrupt,” Hiei jeered, “sounds like your worst nightmare.”

Yusuke blushed. Hiei knew that he liked Koenma. More than that, Yusuke was totally in love with those delicate aristocratic features of his, that soft brown hair and those honey colored eyes. He was especially fond of those eyes. He had dreams about them. But there was no way Yusuke could ever approach the other man. Koenma was not only the director of the operation, but he was also the son of Mr. Yama, the CEO of the Reikei Corporation. In other words, he was way out of his league.

Yusuke scratched his ear to hide his blush and said, “Well, it wouldn’t be so bad if our damn quotas didn‘t suck on.”

“Maybe he’ll let us off the hook if you suck on something else,” Hiei chuckled.

“Hiei!” Yusuke shrieked.

Hiei laughed with great amusement. Hiei also found teasing his coworkers to be an adequate distraction from the daily ennui. Yusuke was his primary target, being in such close proximity and all, but on occasion his mischief would shift onto other, such as Kuwabara, who oddly enough was his brother-in-law. Yusuke had often used the latter fact as ammunition to retaliate on the shorter man. He was just about to do so when, they were intruded upon by Jin.

“So, what’s this all about?” The man’s big blue eyes shined with curiosity, “Did someone tell a joke? Oh, is it a dirty one? Cuz if it is I’d like to hear it. Me and Chu got this bet running to see who can turn old Toya redder. Ha ha, if he turns half as red as Yusuke here, I’ll be the winner for sure.”

“Sorry, but it‘s kind of an inside joke and only funny to the two of us,” Hiei told him.

“Uh, yeah,” Yusuke was glad Hiei had at least some sense of discretion. He turned to the fizzy red haired man, “Did ya need something Jin?”

“Oh yeah,” Jin exclaimed, “Kuwabara wanted me to come and get ya. He says he just broke through the tuff stuff!”

“What?” Yusuke sprang to his feet, “I thought we still had another fifty to go.”

“Well, he was just a drilling and it was tuff as nails. Then all of the sudden, poof! It just started cutting like butter,” Jin explained. “He hauled up a sample. Toya’s looking at it right now.”

“Hot dog, things are looking up,” Yusuke cheered. He took off toward the drill, calling back, and “See ya, latter Hiei!”

He arrived at the drill where Toya was examining the sample. When questioned Toya explained, “I wasn’t wrong, there is iron for another fifty feet, but it’s not as solid as we previously believed. This lower vein is all mixed up with the surrounding limestone. It also seems to be of a lower quality than the upper layer, and-- hmm.”

“Hmm?” Yusuke pressed.

Toya shrugged his shoulder‘s “Theses samples are massively pitted. On earth, we would assume that water once seeped down through here long ago. This definitely strengthens my opinion that there is water farther down. But, I wouldn’t say anything concussive about it until after the white coats have had a look at it.”

The scientists on the base ran experiments and worked on theories pertaining to the eventual landscaping and colonization of the planet. Their work was typically had little to do with the drilling project, so Yusuke had little interest in it. But, if their analysis proved Toya’s assessment that the bedrock below would be easier to cut, he was very interested. He told them to get a sample packaged and he’d take it out to them himself.

Meanwhile, in the labs on the east side of the base, Kurama was bent over a work table with a magnifying glass held up to his face. He was examining a small bean sprout that was beginning to grow out of an indigenous soil sample. Kurama was the base’s botanist/agriculturist. If his experiments went as planned it would prove that the land on this plant could support plant life and potentially grow crops. The subject he was examining was growing well and healthy with no signs of mutation. As he continued to look over his project, a pair of thin white hands snaked their way past his shoulders to lightly brush his neck and stroke his hair.

“Cut it out!” He demanded as he whirled around to face his intruder. No surprise it was Karasu, one of his fellow lab workers. He was an expert in combustibles and was there to study the presence of natural gases on the planet. His hobby was apparently messing with Kurama. Karasu was a handsome man. He was tall, lean, and he had shiny long black hair, piercing violet eyes, and finely sculpted features. Kurama did not like him. Why?

It started first day that they were in the base. The entire crew did a meet and greet in the mess hall, it was a lot like the first day at school. After that they were released to familiarize themselves with their work stations and settle into their quarters. Karasu came into the lab as Kurama was inspecting it.

“Ah, Kurama, was it?” Karasu queried as he approached the other man. He introduced himself and then went on to say, “We’ll be working very closely, you and me. I think it would be good if we were to be on… friendly terms.”

“Um, yes, I suppose so,” Kurama responded.

Karasu continued, “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you are a very lovely man.”

Red flags popped up in Kurama’s head. He said, “I don’t believe those very appropriate comments.”

“But I thought we were on friendly terms,” Karasu slid closer to Kurama, virtually trapping him against a lab table. He smoothed his hand down the front of Kurama’s shirt. “Your shirt’s a little winkled. There all better.”

After that Karasu just walked away. Since then there has been regular innuendos and ghosted touches that could have been accidental. It was all very subtle. Of course, teasing and sexual jokes became common in the base. You put thirteen men all alone, with no girls to tell them to behave, and that happens. With most people Kurama was fine with it and even participated, but with Karasu…. There was something about the man that made Kurama nervous, the way he spoke, the way he stood too close, the penetrating look in his eyes.

“Cut it out,” Kurama turned from his work to face Karasu.

Karasu held up his hands with a thin explanation, “You’re hair was falling into the dirt, so I was holding it back for you.” Kurama was about to deliver one of his dirty looks when the sliding glass door opened and Yusuke walked in.

“Hey, looky there’s my favorite redhead,” Yusuke greeted him.

Kurama instantly forgot about the creep Karasu and turned to give his friend a warm greeting, “Yusuke, what brings you all the way out to the lab-- and in such a good mood, too?”

“I’ve got a fresh sample for you guys.” Yusuke set the package down on a table. “We’ve had an unexpected change in the sediment-- a good change, I think. It’s softer and Toya thinks there’s been water at this level. I need you guys to check it out for the usual stuff.”

At that point, the third lab worker, Risho the lab geologist appeared. Risho was a weasel of a man. He retrieved the sample and spat out instructions, “I’ll run the soil analysis. My results should be finished in about an hour, Kurama, so you can take a look at them and see how they bear on your work. Karasu, run an analysis on this and see if there are any natural gases in the area. It wouldn’t do to hit a gas pocket and the drill operator burst into flame.”

“You’ve been talking to Hiei?” Yusuke joked with the man.

“No, why?” Risho didn’t get the joke, but Kurama, who was familiar with Hiei’s dynamic with the Kuwabara, couldn’t help but smile.

“Off the bat, what you think about it?” Yusuke asked the geologist.

“It looks to be of a lower density than the last samples. And there may be some signs of oxidation,” He answered. “I’ll send a copy of my results to Toya. He’ll explain everything to you in small words you can understand.” Risho retreated into his lab.

“Well, they don’t give out scientific degrees based on charm and tact,” Kurama smiled at Yusuke apologetically.

“Don’t sweat it,” Yusuke waved him off, “I got bigger things on my mind that jerk.”

Kurama said to Yusuke with a teasing tone, “Oh yes I see, today is 14th the day you make your report to Koenma.” Kurama was the only person, other than Hiei, to know about Yusuke’s preoccupation with the boss man.

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, don’t tell me you’re going to wear that,” Kurama pointed to Yusuke’s, dirt smudged green coveralls.

“What’s wrong with this?” Yusuke frowned.

“Well, it’s dirty and doesn’t really flatter your figure at all,” Kurama told him.

“It ain’t a date!” Yusuke’s voice raised in pitch.

Kurama chuckled, “And it never will be, if you don’t try.”

“I’ll give you trying, “Yusuke shot back and chased Kurama around a lab table. He caught the man in a loose head lock and proceeded to mess up his long red hair. Both men laughed until they were red in the face.

“I better let you get back to work,” Yusuke said, “Anyway, I’ve got a report to give.”

“You think it’ll take long?” Kurama asked, while trying in vein to smooth down his hair.

“Probably,” Yusuke answered, “with our quotas I’ m likely get a lecture-- like it’ll help, right? Like yelling at people is gonna make the rock softer or the drill more powerful, but whatever.”

“Uh-huh. Is Hiei gonna be in his quarter’s? Because I was thinking of stopping by,” Kurama said.

Yusuke shot him a knowing grin, “Yeah, I think he‘ll be there. Well, see ya latter.”

Yusuke left Kurama and headed up to the north side of the base, where Koenma’s office was stuck in amongst the commutations center. Yusuke knocked at the door and a few moments later, a voice said, “Come in.”

Yusuke cracked the door, he saw the director, Koenma standing at the window rather than sitting behind his desk. He was looking intently out the window, his fine eyebrows were drawn tightly down. The pinkish rays of the sinking sun filtered through the window and reflected off of his soft brown hair and set the illusion of a blush on his cheeks. He wore a pair of tan slacks and a clean button-down shirt. Yusuke felt a little self-conscious and wondered if maybe he should have changed before coming.

“So tell me, Yusuke,” he began, “How are things progressing?”

“I’ve got the written report right here,” Yusuke held up a folder.

Koenma turned from the window, took it from him and laid it down on his desk without looking inside, he said, “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to hear it from your own lips. Sit down.”

Yusuke sat on the chair opposite Koenma‘s desk and told him, “We’ve been cutting through this solid plate of iron, so we’ve lost a lot of time, You’ll find that in the report. But we had a breakthrough right before I came in here. We hit a softer layer.”

“Do you think you will be able to make up for that lost time now?” Koenma leaned forward, resting chin on the backs of his slim delicate looking hands. His honey colored eyes fixed on Yusuke.

Yusuke almost forgot how to use his tongue, but finally managed to spit out, “Um, yeah. Some of it. We thought the next fifty feet was going to that about two weeks to get through, but now we think we can do it in about that time.”

“And after that?”

“I can’t really say for sure--”

“Make an estimation.”

“If we’re right and its limestone, we can do and easy hundred a day,” Yusuke shrugged.

Koenma was silent for a moment and Yusuke thought he was unhappy, but then he nodded, “I suppose that’s satisfactory.”

“Really?” Yusuke almost jumped across his desk.

“No not really,” Koenma shook his head, “the stock holders are going to have fits when they see these numbers. But throwing a fit over it will hardly make the ground softer or the drill cut faster. Don’t worry about it. We overpay a bunch of PR people to handle that stuff. You just keep doing your job and pray we actually hit something. Is there anything else you have to report?”

“Nothing on my end,” Yusuke told him.

“You’re dismissed, then.”

As Yusuke got up to leave, Koenma got out of his chair and wondered back to the window, resuming the position he was in before Yusuke came in, save that the light had turned from a pink to a purplish hue. The sun was nearly down. After sunset the temperatures would drop to near freezing. The mere thought of it made Yusuke wish to curl up in a warm bed-- perhaps next to warm body.

“What are you looking at?” Yusuke asked him, “Did someone put up a strip joint out there and not tell me?”

Koenma was startled for a second. He must have thought Yusuke had already left. He licked his lips and said, “No. It’s nothing, just the desert. They look surprisingly like the ones on earth.”

“You’ve been to the deserts on earth?” Yusuke moved closer to look out at the desolate landscape.

“When I was a kid, my father took me with him to a convention in Egypt. I could see the desert from our hotel room. But no, I never actually went out to it,” Koenma explained, “These deserts look remarkably similar, the color of the sand, the shape of the dunes, even the way the light shines down on them. All’s that’s lacking is the pyramids.”

“Yeah, I would be kinda creepy to find pyramids out there,” Yusuke put in. “We’re supposed be only people on this whole planet.”

“Yes, the only people, just us.” The corner of Koenma’s mouth ticked in a hint of a sad smile. “Kind of a lonely thought isn’t it? I’m sure you can’t wait to get back to earth and out of this isolation, Yusuke.”

“It’s not so bad,” Yusuke shrugged awkwardly. He’d never had such a personal conversation with Koenma before. It was kind of nice. The harsh authoritative tones had melted out of his voice leaving only soft honey smooth speech. Yusuke marveled at the way his lips pout as he sighed. His brain didn’t register that he was moving closer to those lips. He could practically feel their heat radiating on his. Then a sudden intake of air from Koenma snapped him out of his daze. Yusuke thought, Oh shit what am I doing?! His eyes met briefly with Koenma’s wide astonished eyes. He’d been caught. In his moment of panic, Yusuke turned his head and tucked it between Koenma’s neck and shoulder, and wrapped his arms around the other’s slight form and held on.

Then as suddenly as it happened Yusuke let go and said stupidly, “Well, I feel better now. Um, thanks. See ya.” And then he fled the office.

On his way to his room in the barracks on the west side of the base, Yusuke couldn’t stop berating himself, Idiot! You friggen hugged him? What the hell is that all about? He almost kissed Koenma, not that he didn’t want to kiss Koenma, he ready wanted to. But he couldn’t do that. So he hugged him! At that moment, Yusuke a felt like the biggest lame-ass in the world. He was so enraged with himself that he did not even bother to pause before flinging open the door to his room and stomping in. Instantly his vision was filled by a very naked Kurama, howling and panting as he impaled himself repeatedly on Hiei’s rod. Hiei and Kurama jerked violently as the door banged shut behind Yusuke. They paused and their eye’s immediately turned to Yusuke. The funny thing was that even though they were the one’s who were naked and in the middle of the Act, Yusuke was the one who felt like he’d been caught.

It wasn’t the Act itself that shocked Yusuke stiff. He had known that Hiei and Kurama was a couple nearly since the beginning. Yusuke remembered that day. He’d come back to the room like usual, but when he walked in he found Hiei and Kurama sitting on Hiei’s bed and kissing, all stiff and awkward like a couple of kids at a junior high dance. Hiei’s hands were glued to Kurama’s shoulders, while Kurama’s rested lightly on Hiei’s chest. In retrospect, they were really cute back then. But since they had gotten used to each other, and thus got wilder in their affections-- often with Yusuke lying in his bed just a few feet away. On this day, Yusuke merely forgot that Kurama was going to be there that night, so he hadn’t been expecting to see his friends coupling as he walked in the door. Hiei was the one who broke the awkward silence.

“You’re back early,” he said as he pulled the blanket over himself and Kurama, “Did he not lecture you?”

Yusuke let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding as he stalked over to his bunk and collapsed on it. He answered, “No. He said we were doing fine.”

Kurama had nuzzled up to Hiei’s neck. He spoke to Yusuke between nips and kisses, “If you’re doing fine… than why to you… seem so down?”

“Ohh,” Hiei moaned as Kurama found a particularly sensitive spot right behind his ear. He responded by reaching or the redhead’s nipples, knowing how his lover liked the way he teased them.

Yusuke glance sideways at the involved lovers, “You two look busy, I can tell ya latter if ya want.”

“No no, Yusuke,” Kurama practically moaned, “Ahh… Hiei, don’t stop… You’re our friend, Yusuke, and we care about you. Go ahead and tell us now.”

“Well, I did something really stupid,” Yusuke told them as he stared at the ceiling.

Hiei broke away from the nipple he was licking to say to Yusuke, “Is that anything new? You’ll have to be more specific. Oh shit, Kurama that feels good.”

Yusuke blurted out, “I tried to kiss Koenma.”

Hiei and Kurama stopped their gyrations and looked at Yusuke with shock painted on their faces. Suddenly the most interesting thing the room wasn’t each other’s bodies. As one they demanded, “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Yusuke groaned.

“Don’t play coy,” Hiei snapped.

“I’m not playing nothing,” Yusuke turned to face the couple, “I said I tried to kiss him, I didn’t say that I did. Damn it, I don’t know what happened. First, I’m giving him the report, then he starts talking about Egypt and-- I don’t know! But he looked so friggen tasty in that light and I just kind of drifted in, but then at the last second I chickened out and wound up giving a hug like a total spaz.”

Hiei cracked and started to chuckle. Kurama quickly reprimanded him, “Hiei, it’s not funny. Yusuke is in serious turmoil here.” But in spite himself, the redhead couldn’t help but see the humor in the situation, his stern composer cracked with a snort, “You really hugged him?!”

“Yeah yeah, go ahead and have your laughs and then go back to banging each other while I curl up in a ball over here and die,” Yusuke griped as he rolled over on his side.

“Ah, you really are down about this, aren’t you, Yusuke?” Kurama cooed, “You want to make out?”

“Huh?” Yusuke rolled back around to see that the couple were sitting up on their bed and looking to him with serious faces. He scoffed, “Don’t mess with me, guys. I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

“I’m not joking,” Kurama told him.

Then Hiei put in, “It’s all right with me. It’ll make you feel better.”

“That’s right,” Kurama affirmed, “Goodness, how long has it been since you even masturbated? You could use to blow off a little bit of sexual tension. Hiei and I both can help you with that.”

“Hn, take a shower first and I’ll even rim you it you want,” Hiei said.

Wide eyed, Yusuke looked back and forth between the two very serious-- and very attractive men. For a moment Yusuke’s mind considered them. Hiei had beautifully sculpted muscles and a compact frame that could fit so nicely in a lover’s arms. That is not to say he was demur, no, he practically glowed with raw male vigor. Kurama, on the other hand, was as lithe and supple as oiled leather, but in no way girly. However people have made the mistake of believing that he was while his body was wrapped in his loose clothing. Unlike most people Yusuke had had the privilege to see him unwrapped as his sinewy muscles pulled and flexed under sweat shimmering flesh. And then there was their eyes, Yusuke was a sucker of a beautiful set of peepers. Kurama’s were emerald green, bright, and flirty, while Hiei’s were garnet red, daring, and provocative. In other words, sleeping with them was not an altogether unthinkable. But then again….

“Um, you know I’ve got to go take a shower anyway,” Yusuke stood to retreat out the door, “I’ll, um, think about it.”

Yusuke quickly walked down the hall to where the showers were. The barracks were set up like this; there were three rooms for the workmen, two men to a room. Jin bunked with Chu, Kuwabara bunked with Toya, and of course Yusuke with Hiei. And then there was a fourth room for the two communication officers, Suzuki and Shishi. The four rooms were in a line on the south side of building and across the hall was a common bathroom and showers they shared. The three lab workers, Kurama, Karasu, and Risho, shared a large room with a separate bathroom on the north side. The doctor, Shigure shared the same bathroom, but lived in a separate room. Koenma also had his own private room and a small shower of his own, also on the north side.

Yusuke picked up a towel as he walked into the shower room, hoping that everyone else had already taken their showers and he would have the place all to himself. Unfortunately, fate wasn’t on his side that day. The two communication officers were in there. Shishiwakamaru was built a lot like Kurama, but perhaps a few feet shorter. He had long cobalt colored hair. Suzuki was blond, toned, and several inches taller than Shishi.

“Great two more pretty men for me to look at,” Yusuke muttered under his breath. He took the stall farthest from them. He punched his ID number into the keypad. These showers didn’t have knobs or handles, they had keypads. The shower was hooked up to a computer system that turned the water on, timed the shower, and then shut it off when the persons allotted time was up. That was another thing on Yusuke’s list of things he missed, long leisurely showers. But nothing to be done for it, until they hit pay dirt, all the water was rationed.

After Yusuke finished keying in his number, a computerized version of a woman’s voice said, “Good evening Mr. Urameshi, please select your preferred water temperature.”

Yusuke thought about asking for cold water, but cold showers don’t really get you clean and the computer wasn’t going to allow him to bathe again for another twenty-four hours. He selected his usual setting. The spray came on and the keypad display showed the countdown. As Yusuke turned under the spray, making sure he got completely wet, he thought of Hiei and Kurama’s proposal. They had made it very readily. Was this something they had talked about with each other before? They were kind of a kinky couple. He was flattered they’d chosen him. Yusuke wondered if they would go to someone else if he refused or if this was an offer exclusively for him. To his knowledge he was the only person aware of their relationship, as they were the only ones who knew of his secret desire for Director Koenma. Considering how close the three of them were, them approaching him with this wasn’t that out there.

The computerized voice sounded again, “Soap faze commencing. Watch your eyes.” The water stopped and thick pink foam began to flow from the nozzle.

The shower was half over and Yusuke had yet to think about whether or not he’d accept their invitation. Would this mess up their friendship? Probably not. Being in such close quarters he’d seen all of his friends in various stages of undress. And he’d seen Hiei and Kurama make love to each other a hundred times and things have yet to get awkward. Was there a possibility that he’d come between them and ruin their relationship? Indubitably, they’d already been over that. They were mad about each other and nothing was going to change that. As for Yusuke, his heart was hopelessly devoted to Koenma. What about Koenma? He and Koenma were not together and they never would be. Thus, there was no point in having delusions of fidelity.

Again the computer voice, “Rinse sequence commencing.” The water came back on.

“Fuck!” Yusuke squawked. He was going to have to go back that room soon and face those two sexy men. Yusuke couldn’t come up with a good enough reason to turn them down. But could he really do it? They were hot, and he did need to blow off a little steam. He thought back to when he had walked in and seen in action. He started to feel his arousal grow between his legs. He turned in the shower to let the soap rinse from his hair and as he did so he caught a glimpse Shishi and Suzuki in the far stall. Their times had run out, but neither seemed to notice as the embraced each other’s wet naked bodies and explored each other’s hot mouths. That reminded Yusuke of another thing on his list; sex.

Yusuke looked down at himself to confirm what he already knew. He sighed, “We have lift off.”

Moments later found Yusuke back at the door of his room. His swollen erection was bound down tightly under his towel. He couldn’t deny it; he was going to do this. The only way this wasn’t going to happen was if he opened that door and they said they’d changed their minds. Yusuke slowly opened the door and it was immediately apparent that they hadn’t changed their minds. They had pushed Hiei’s bed across the room to meet Yusuke’s. Hiei lay on his side of the bed-- that is his bed-- lazily stroking his stiff member. While Kurama was curled up at Hiei’s side, looking like sex on silver plate.

“So,” Hiei asked him once he’d closed the door, “Ya want to?”

Yusuke swallowed thickly and nodded his head, barely being able to say a simple, “Yeah.”

Yusuke’s feet took him over to the bed on their own accord. Kurama and Hiei reached up to gently guide him to kneel on the bed between them. Without any ado, Kurama pressed his body against Yusuke and captured his lips. The sensation washed over Yusuke in a surreal, but not unpleasant way. As Kurama explored his mouth, Hiei moved up behind him and expertly maneuvering his fingers to massage the stiffness out of Yusuke’s shoulders and neck. Hiei laid feather light kisses on the nap of his neck as Yusuke began to melt to his touch. Kurama’s hands drifted down the musculature of Yusuke’s front, down to the terrycloth towel, which he discreetly removed from the man. Now with nothing between them Kurama pressed himself fully into Yusuke, exciting shivers from the dark haired man.

As Kurama’s soft lips caressed his, Yusuke couldn’t help but wonder if this was what it would have felt like to kiss Koenma. A few hours ago, he almost found out. Then he hugged him like a dimwit. It wasn’t that bad, however. In spite of how much he’d embarrassed himself doing so, he did get the chance to hold Koenma in his arms. He got to feel that thin delicate frame and feel his soft body heat. He even got close enough to smell him. He’d kinda expected Koenma to smell like so expensive cologne, but he just smelled like soap, clean linen, and a touch of the musky odor that was purely him-- it was much sexier than expensive cologne.

“Are you okay?” Kurama asked him gently.

Yusuke snapped back to the present. He stumbled, “Uh um, yeah I’m fine, sorry.”

“Hmm, you were a million miles away there for a second,” Kurama observed, “You were thinking about him weren’t you.”

Yusuke flushed, feeling suddenly very ashamed of himself. Here these two guys were doing him a favor and all he can think of his Koenma. He opened his mouth to apologize, but soon found it filled with Hiei’s tongue. True to his character Hiei dominated him completely, pushing him off balance and then pressing his back into the bed. His hands roved over Yusuke’s sides, finding all of his weak spots and attacking them as if he’d studied a map of them in advance. All the while never breaking contact with Yusuke’s lips. He kissed Yusuke until he was breathless, making his body tingle as if from electroshock.

When Hiei broke from him he whispered hoarsely, “Its okay, we understand completely. That’s why were here with you right now.”

Kurama came up next to Hiei and nibbled at his ear, purring, “Damn, Hiei that was so unbelievably hot!” Then to Yusuke, “Its true, Yusuke. We can sympathize with how this Koenma issue must be affecting you. I for one don’t know how I would have survived this expedition, if I couldn’t have had my Hiei.”

Hiei leaned down to lap at one of Yusuke’s nipples before saying, “We may not be able to help your situation, but I’m sure you’ll at least feel better after you’ve come three or four times.”

“Three or four times?!” Yusuke exclaimed.

“At very least,” Kurama confirmed, “With all the things we plan on doing to you, I’d say that would be the minimum number of ejaculations to expect.”

Yusuke whimpered not sure if he should be excited or frightened.

“As you see, we have a lot of ground to cover,” Hiei smirked, “So, let get started.”

Kurama put in, “We plan on taking good care of you.”

“We plan? If I recall this was your brainchild, Kurama,” Hiei said. And then to Yusuke, “You see Kurama’s been a naughty boy. Should we punish him?”

Yusuke blinked in bewilderment, but then he caught on that Hiei was starting a game. He said, “Um yeah, sure.”

With that Kurama situated himself on his hands and knees. As Yusuke watched, Hiei smoothed his palm of his hand from the small of the redhead’s back up to his shoulder blades. Then with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he pressed Kurama down onto his face, leaving his bottom high in the air. Although the gesture seemed cruel and demeaning, Yusuke could see a hint of a smile on the face Kurama rested on his folded arms. Meanwhile, Hiei’s palm had traversed back down along Kurama’s back and now tenderly stroked his left his ass cheek. And then without warning, he pulled that hand back and returned it with a smack. The sound of it reverberated off the walls of their small room. The sound had shocked Yusuke almost as if he were the one who was struck. He almost said something, but Kurama spoke first in a deep lusty voice.

“Uhnn, do it again.” Hiei hit him again and Kurama moaned once more, “Ah yes, punish me!”

“You heard him, Yusuke,” Hiei grinned at him, “he wants us to punish him.” Hiei slapped Kurama’s ass for a third time.

Yusuke licked his lips as he tensely approached that taut, well toned ass. He gathered his nerve and brought his hand down firmly, leaving a pink blush on the otherwise fair skin of Kurama‘s right ass cheek. Kurama howled with pleasure as he pushed his bottom farther up into the air. His reaction dissolved what was left of Yusuke’s apprehension and he spanked Kurama again. Hiei smiled with satisfaction at seeing Yusuke’s participation and resumed spanking Kurama on the left side. Yusuke and Hiei delivered their blows erratically and without concern for the other’s rhythm. This made it imposable for Kurama to anticipate when and where the next blow would fall. The fact only served to drive his passion higher. Soon he’d dissolved into nothing but lusty sobs and moans.

Hiei laid his hand on Yusuke’s forearm, silently calling a halt to the assault on Kurama’s bottom. Hiei was grinning like a cat that caught a mouse as he faintly ghosted his finger tips over the now rose colored cheeks. Kurama shuttered and sobbed. Hiei dipped his hand lower between his legs to weigh his heavy ball sack. It occurred to Yusuke that Hiei and Kurama hadn’t had the time to finish the tryst they were involved in when he’d first walked in. The both of them would be ready to pop at any second. Hiei gave Kurama a little squeeze.

Kurama yelped in pain and then squeaked out, “Y-yes!”

A thick bead of precum bloomed from his slit and rolled down his length. Hiei noticed how Yusuke’s eyes followed it with a hungry gleam. He nudged his friend with a grin as a way of saying, go ahead and do it. Farther permission not required, Yusuke slid under Kurama and gave his cock a good long lick up the underside. It was good and Yusuke decided to continue. He shifted and guided Kurama’s legs, so that his knees were on either side of Yusuke’s head. Yusuke bent his neck upward, taking the tip of the redhead’s cock into his mouth and suckling on it like baby calf. Kurama’s appreciation was evident from his moans and the way his member pulsated on Yusuke’s tongue. Yusuke wanted to do more, so he pushed Kurama’s legs apart, causing Kurama to sink until he was half swallowed by Yusuke. Those delicious sounds coming from Kurama were getting to Yusuke. He reach down rub his own length, but his hand was wrenched way. He let out a sorrowful moan that vibrated around the redhead’s cock.

He faintly heard Hiei murmur, “Let me do it.”

Yusuke swiftly felt wet heat engulf his member. Hiei was sucking him! His hot little mouth slid down Yusuke’ rod with practiced ease, all the way to the back of his throat and then he swallowed Yusuke. He swallowed again and Yusuke saw stars as the ribbed passage massaged his dick. Yusuke wanted to scream out his pleasure, but his mouth was full of Kurama, so he settled for relaying his pleasure onto Kurama. He sucked the redhead harder, to the point that he was nearly depriving himself breath. Kurama’s breath hitched as he was on edge. Yusuke swiped his tongue over the swollen head and then stabbed his tongue into his slit. Meanwhile, Hiei was doing something diabolical to him with his teeth. In a blur of white heat and excitement, Yusuke and Kurama both came. They’d never be sure who had done so first, they were so caught up in the fever of pleasure. When the fog cleared, they were both laying on their backs, side by side. Hiei was kneeling over them, alternately kissing up Kurama’s thigh and down Yusuke’s and back again.

Yusuke smirked, “You really are something. How did I never know you were such a freak?”

“You obviously haven’t been paying attention,” Hiei quipped dryly.

“Yeah, well, you’ve got my full and undivided attention now,” Yusuke returned as he crawled over to Hiei and nuzzled at the man’s painfully swollen arousal.

“You want to suck me off too?” Hiei said with a trace of surprise in his voice.

“You know me,” Yusuke purred, “I’ve got that oral fixation and I guess the pen caps just ain’t cutting it no more.” With that he took Hiei into his mouth and started to bob his head up and down along the shaft.

“Ah, Kurama, baby…” Hiei gasped his request.

Understanding his boyfriend’s plea, Kurama hopped off the bed and went to dig around in Hiei’s foot locker. Within moments he came back with a slim bottle in hand. He slid in behind Hiei, opened the bottle and squeezed a good amount of thick goo onto his fingers.

“Is that lube?” Yusuke stopped his oraling to ask, “Where’d you get that from?”

“We got it from Doc Shigure,” Kurama explained, “It’s meant for lubing up gynecological instruments.”

“Gynecological?” Yusuke squeaked. “There ain’t no women on this base!”

“That’s what makes it so funny.” Hiei put in. “What’s more, is some fool sent him ten cases of the stuff during the last supply shipment.”

Kurama picked up, “There’s no protocol for sending things back. So instead of throwing it way, he just left it in an unlocked cabinet where anyone can come in and claim some for… recreational purposes.”

“Is that so?” Yusuke responded with a sardonic grim, “Hm, I get some of that and something to use as a dildo and I’d be in business.”

“What do ya need a fake dick for?” Hiei leered, “You got a real one right here.” Hiei punctuated the point by stroking himself. “On that note, weren’t you in the middle of something?”

“Oh yeah,” Yusuke grinned, before he sucked Hiei back into his mouth.

While Yusuke laved attention on Hiei’s cock, Kurama was at work behind Hiei, rubbing his slicked digits around his entrance. When Hiei gasped and shuttered, Yusuke knew that Kurama had entered him. He hissed for a brief tinge of pain as his internal muscles were forcibly stretched. Yusuke took the initiative to distract Hiei by using his tongue to swirl tickling patterns on the sensitive underside of his cock. Hiei’s legs began to tremble with the overwhelming pleasure he was receiving. Kurama brought his free hand around, appearing outwardly to be stoking Hiei’s chest, but ready the gesture doubled as a precaution should the small man’s legs give out. Then Hiei cried out and jerked as if a lighting bolt had just racked through his body. Yusuke knew Kurama had zeroed in on Hiei’s sweet spot. Hiei wouldn’t last much longer. Yusuke redoubled his efforts; taking Hiei’s hardened flesh as deep as he could into his mouth and laving it mercilessly with his tongue. In the meantime, his own arousal had come back to full life. He reached for it and this time there was no one to stop him.

None too soon, Hiei came gushing into Yusuke’s mouth. Hiei melted back into his lover’s waiting arms, sliding out of Yusuke’s mouth with an auditable pop. Hiei blinked heavily to clear the haze that had settled in his vision. He looked to his lover, seeing a mix of astonishment and amusement written in his eyes. He followed his gaze to land on Yusuke. The two watched him with wide eyes and panting breath. Yusuke knelt on the bed with his head thrown back and mouth opened. A thin trail of cum was leaking from one corner, as he roughly pounded his meat in his hand. With a few more strong pulls, his eyes squeezed shut and pearly white fluid spurted from his trembling manhood.

After that Yusuke fell back on the bed, as if his bones had spontaneously dissolved. His whole body was singing from the joys he’d felt. Even the backs of his teeth were tingling. That’s what he gets for losing control of his lusts after denying himself for so long. What’s more, he was aware of how his manhood continued to twitch and stir on his belly. His arousal had only half waned.

“That’s twice already,” Hiei said from somewhere nearby, “and we’re just getting started.”

Yusuke woke up the next morning with cotton in his brain and a pleasant soreness in his ass. It had been one wild night. During the course of which he had been massaged in cooking oil, teased with a paint brush, and tied up with tube socks. At some point, those wonderful perverts had even tied a shoe lace around his cock to make him last longer. At one time, he had three fingers from two men inside of him-- which accounted for the soreness in his rear.

It wasn’t a sensation Yusuke was unfamiliar with. He’d been doing stuff like that since he was in high school on earth. He had been sent to this summer camp for marshal artists, where he met Rando. He couldn’t really say they were friends, more like rivals with a twist. During sparring practice, he and Rando would continue to test each other’s bodies, long after everyone else went off to shower. Then when everyone went off to dinner, he and Rando would have the showers to themselves, where they tested each other’s bodies in a whole different manner. They never went as far as having sex. It was mostly touching, squeezing, and jacking each other off. At the apex of their explorations, they finger-banged each other. It was all very naive, compared to the adventure he had experienced with Hiei and Kurama that night. Those two had kissed, licked, bitten, or sucked on nearly every erogenous zone he knew of-- and a few he hadn’t known of. The result of which… Well, the towel that he had worn back from the shower had cleaned up so much cum it could almost stand up on its own.

“Hey, lazy ass, get out of bed. We got to go to work,” Hiei’s voice broke in on Yusuke’s hazed thoughts.

After a quick wipe down with wet-naps and dressing, Yusuke accompanied Hiei to the mess hall for a quick breakfast. When they entered Kurama was already seated at a table, where he was having a conversation with Toya. He saw them as they entered and waved for them to join him. Hiei and Yusuke took their place at the table after they’d retrieved their dehydrated and reconstituted eggs and imitation bacon food. That was yet another thing Yusuke missed; real food. Kurama continued to talk with Toya. Hiei would respond with grunts, when responses were required of him. It struck Yusuke odd how casual they acted after what had gone on last night. For a brief moment, an image of last night flashed through Yusuke’s mind. Yusuke’s hands had been tied to the bars on headboard. Kurama was lying on top of him, every inch of their super heated skin from their necks to their throbbing loins where touching. Hiei was plastered to Kurama’s back, thrusting heavily into him, rocking his entire body, causing it to rub fiercely against Yusuke’s. Yusuke shook himself to clear the images before he got completely hard at the breakfast table. He managed to get his body under control before he had to stand up again.

Later, as Hiei and Yusuke were escorting Kurama eastward down the west/east corridor that links the barracks to the lab building-- there was junction about halfway down the corridor, which lead to southward to the drill site or northward to the communications building-- they spoke.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you guys,” Yusuke said, “for late night, I mean.”

“It was our pleasure,” Hiei flashed him a mischievous grin.

“Hiei,” Kurama chided his lover warmly. Then to Yusuke he said, “Don’t worry about thanking us. We didn’t do anything that we didn’t want to do anyway.”

“Aright,” Yusuke sighed as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coveralls, “But, I just want to say you guys are ready awesome and stuff. I’m kinda lucky, ya know, to have friends like you.”

“You don’t think we took advantage of you while you were all emotionally fragile over Koenma?” Hiei queried.

“Eh?” Yusuke was taken off, “Fragile? I wasn’t fragile, flustered maybe. And I don’t think you took advantage of me, cuz I really do feel a lot better now that I’ve, um, released some that frustration.”

“See I told,” Hiei gloated to Kurama as he quickly snaked out his hand to pinch the redhead on the bottom.

Kurama yelped indigently, “Hiei!”

Hiei laughed. “Here’s were we get off. See ya later, Babycakes.” He grasped Yusuke’s arm and hauled him around the corner to the south corridor leading out to the drill site.

“Babycakes?” Yusuke chuckled, “since when to do you call him Babycakes?”

“Well, that would be the first time,” Hiei admitted, “Not good?”

“It sounds weird coming from you,” Yusuke to him, “I never had you pegged for the cutesy pet name type of guy.”

“I’m not,” Hiei told him. “But, I think I’ll keep up this pet name thing for a week and then suddenly stop. I like to keep my boy guessing. It keeps thing interesting.”

“Ha, now that sounds like you,” Yusuke smacked his leg with mirth.

After a moment Hiei said in a musing tone, “I was just thinking about what you said when you were getting all mushy about, how lucky you are to have friend like me and Kurama?”

“I was being grateful, you ass,” Yusuke interjected.

“Whatever,” Hiei dismissed it, “But you were right. You ARE lucky to have friends like us-- especially in a place like this.”

“Yeah?” Yusuke lifted an eyebrow, wondering what Hiei was getting at.

“Not everybody here has friends that they can confide in,” Hiei continued, “I dare say certain people are all but alone, people like… Koenma.”

“Koenma?” Yusuke squeaked. It had never ready occurred to Yusuke before, but Koenma really didn’t have anyone on the base that could be considered a friend. He was Director, the boss, and everyone else was his subordinates. Yusuke knew from being the company foreman, that it is a very difficult line to walk, being both a friend and a boss. And not everyone is up to it.

Yusuke’s thoughts were interrupted just then, when the hulking shape of Kuwabara came running up them. Panting he asked, “Where have you guys been?”

“Did you break something?” Hiei asked tersely.

“No, I didn’t break nothing, ya shrimp,” Kuwabara howled.

“Enough children,” Yusuke stopped the fight before it could begin. “So, what’s a matter Kuwabara? It ain’t a problem with the equipment is it?”

“As far as I know that junk is just fine and nothings broken,” Kuwabara assured him. “But I just got a call from Shishi in the com building. He said he was giving us a heads up cuz Koenma’s coming down here.”

“Koenma’s coming out to the drill site?” Yusuke exclaimed.

“Did he say why he coming down here?” Yusuke implored the copper toped man.

“Didn’t say,” Kuwabara shrugged.

“What you mean he didn’t say,” Yusuke balled his fists, “Did you even ask? “

“Well, no.”

“Something like this happens and you don’t get any information, ya big ape!” He grabbed Kuwabara in a head lock and preceded to roughly noggie him.

Most of Koenma’s work was handled at his desk. Anything that he needed to know pertaining to the drilling operation was given to him in reports. It was very unusual for Koenma to actually come down to the site. And if he did feel the need to go down there, it meant that there was some very bad news in the offing. Like the time when they needed a new transmission, but they couldn’t get one because workers at factory that made the transmissions had gone on strike. And they couldn’t just get one from another company, because Reikei Corp. had a an exclusivity contract with that company and to buy a part-- even one part-- from another provider would have been considered a breach of contract. Thus the company could have sued Reikei Corp. for billions of dollars. So, Koenma had to go down to the drill site to tell them that they had to just sit on their asses, losing valuable time, until that company got it’s shit together. Or another time, when their funding been temperately redirected to another project, so they were only allowed to work for three hours a day, until the accounts where settled.

Hiei interjected to the squabbling duo, “Yusuke you’d better go and make sure things are in order. I handle this.”

“Right, good idea,” Yusuke handed Kuwabara off to Hiei and took off down the corridor. Hiei picked up where Yusuke left off, noggieing Kuwabara.

Yusuke found that everything was, indeed, in order at the site. Chu and Jin were setting up the equipment. Toya was going over some recent ground scans. Then after Hiei and Kuwabara showed up, Hiei checked the motors while Kuwabara ran system checks. It wasn’t long before Koenma had arrived. Yusuke pretended to be surprised as he sauntered up to his boss.

“So, what brings you out amongst the common folk?” Yusuke drawled praying he didn’t have bad news for them, like their funding got cut or the next supply ship got lost.

“No particular reason,” Koenma told him, “I just realized that I hardly ever come out here. I thought it might help company moral if their director were seen more.”

“Oh,” Yusuke was very relieved to learn that there were no complications. With that off his mind, Yusuke realized he was presented with a rare opportunity, the opportunity to spend some time around Koenma. He just hoped that Koenma had forgotten about that whole scene in his office the day before.

“In that case, why don’t I give you a guided tour of the site?” Yusuke held out his arm as if he were escorting a lady, and much to his delight Koenma laughed and placed his delicate hand on his elbow.

Yusuke led him around the site showing him the layout, prattling on about their progress, and all together being very funny and charming in his Yusuke way. The tour concluded at the ops trailer, where Yusuke and Koenma were all alone.

“To tell you the truth, Yusuke, I had a couple of ulterior motives for coming down here today,” Koenma confessed.

“Oh, it that so,” Yusuke croaked from a suddenly dry throat.

“Yes, for one I was starting to go stir-crazy up in that office,” Koenma told him and Yusuke nearly face-planted on the floor. But then Koenma continued in a more serious, “But more importantly, I wanted to talk to you about what happen in my office yesterday… the way you acted.”

“Uh, I-I can explain,” Yusuke said hurriedly, hoping that he could.

“There’s no need to explain, I see very well what is going on here,” Koenma declared. Yusuke braced himself for it. “It’s okay, I understand.”

“You do?”

“Of course, anyone can start to feel a little… off, in this kind of place. And I know that when that happens a person may feel uncomfortable talking about it,” Koenma was speaking as he had yesterday at the widow, freely without a trace of authority. “I know I’m your boss, but if you‘re feeling off, I want you to feel free to come and talk to me about it, okay?”

“I, uh, don’t know what to say,” Yusuke really didn’t know what to say, “I didn’t know you cared.”

“Well, of course,” Koenma nervously snapped back into his professional tones, “As Director, I must be concerned for the well being of all those under my command.”

“Yeah, of course,” Yusuke muttered.

“Alright then,” Koenma said as he brushed invisible wrinkles out of his clothes. “I best be getting back to my paperwork and I’ll left you get back to your work.”

Yusuke started thinking over things moments after Koenma left the ops building. Koenma had come down there specifically to see him, the idea made Yusuke feel all tingly inside. Moving on, he thought that Yusuke was feeling off about something… What did he mean by “off”? The day before in his office, what was it he said? It’s just us; kind of a lonely thought isn’t it? I’m sure you can’t wait to get back to earth and out of this isolation, Yusuke. It was loneliness that Koenma was talking about, but was it really Yusuke’s that he sensed or his own. Maybe Hiei was on to something earlier when he pointed out that Koenma had no friends. In a place like this a man could use at least one friend. As the concept occurred to him, Yusuke shot out of the ops building and across the site. He caught up with Koenma as he was preparing to enter the south corridor.

“Koenma wait!” He called.

“Yusuke?” Koenma turned.

“Um, I was just thinking,” Yusuke didn’t know what to say next. H hadn’t planned up to this point. “I was thinking… we should get together sometime.”

“We should?”

“Yeah, you know, I’m the foreman of the team and you’re our director so we should really communicate more often. Ya know, even if it’s not about the project.” Yusuke shrugged, hoping Koenma would buy it.

“Hm, yes. That sounds like a good idea,” Koenma nodded.

“Awesome!” Yusuke blurted out and then reminded himself to be cool, “How’s about we do that tonight-- at dinner time.”

“Oh, I’ve some work to do, so I’m not eating in the mess hall tonight,” Koenma told him, and Yusuke’s hopes were dashed. But then Koenma continued, “Would you be opposed to eating with me in my office?”

“Nah, that’ll be fine.” Yusuke smiled cheekily, “Let’s just hope no wild rumors start flying.”

Koenma laughed at that and then said, “All right tonight then.”

After that the two went back to their respective duties. Later in the day, after the team called it quits, Yusuke returned to his room where Hiei was already lounging on his bed. Yusuke came into the room light as air and fluttered down on his bed.

“What’s your deal,” Hiei asked, “Don’t tell me you’re still all tingly from last night?”

“Huh? Oh, no. I just had a really great day,” Yusuke told him about the conversation he had with Koenma and his plans to see him that night.

“So, you’re hatching some grand scheme, to seduce the boss man are you,” Hiei drawled.

“No no, it’s not like that,” Yusuke waved him off, “I was just thinking about what you said earlier and I thought, you know, why don’t I try to be friendly with him. At least then I’d be close to him. Dang, Hiei I don‘t think I‘ve been this happy for a while.”

“Well I glad one of us is happy,” Hiei groused.

Yusuke frowned, “Something happen?”

“Tell him about it, Kurama,” Hiei said.

“Um, Hiei, Kurama’s not here.”

“Ah-ha, your powers of perception are astounding,” Hiei sat up on his bed. “He was supposed to come over tonight, but he got cornered into working late.”

“Hiei, if he’s gotta work, he’s gotta work,” Yusuke told him.

“I know,” Hiei sighed, flopping back on his bed, “but I was all ready for a good time. I was gonna try out some new names so I can watch his cringe… shoot.”

“Ah, ya want to make out?” Yusuke was only teasing, but Hiei’s eye’s immediately brightened.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Hiei said, crossing to Yusuke’s side of the room. He settled on his bed and wrapping his arms around Yusuke’s neck.

“Uh, Hiei, no offence, but should we be doing this?” Yusuke cringed, “I know it cool last night, but Kurama was here then. But now with him gone and not knowing about this and all, wouldn’t it be like cheating, ya know?”

Hiei started chuckling, “I was kidding, you dolt. Why, if I was really intent on having you I wouldn’t have given you time to make objections. Although….” Hiei abruptly pressed his lips to Yusuke’s.

Yusuke’s pants tightened and his face reddened all the way up to his ears. Hiei released him and Yusuke gasped for breath.

Hiei smacked him on the back with an evil grin, “Ah, I feel much better now, thanks.”

“You are one twisted son of a--”

“Upp,” Hiei cut him off, calling his attention to the clock, “If you don’t go now you won’t have time for a shower before your date.”

“Oh, shoot you’re right.” Yusuke fetched a clean set of clothes out of his foot locker, before moving to leave. He opened the door to a startled looking redhead, with his fist raised as if to knock. “Hey, good news Hiei, looks like you’re not gonna be alone tonight after all! See ya Kurama!”

“Where are you going in such a good mood?” Kurama asked.

“I’m off make nice with the boss man!” Yusuke said manically as he took off down the hall.

TBC…
A/N: There’s lots more to come, I’ve already got the next chapter in editing and a third in development. There with twists, turns, and surprises, in the episode. Reviews are appreciated.